The Roommate

Episode 3

The scorching sun was a sign for me to go back to my room, I wanted to sleep or maybe I was already drained. Being in spaces with a lot of humans is so tiring and at this point all I needed was a little space to at least get a refill and I don’t even know long that will take. I was on my way in when I remembered that I had injured someone a few hours ago, so I decided to stop at the bakery. I didn’t know what flavor to get so I just got a vanilla flavored cake, when I entered the apartment it was eerily quiet but I didn’t really mind. I didn’t know if she was around or not so I just knocked on her room door and dropped the cake there. If she was around she would open up and see the cake but if she wasn’t around then she would still meet it in front of her room.

When I entered my room I felt this sudden headache hit me from nowhere, and in a way the realization hit me. I remembered knocking on my roommate’s door late at night but she wasn’t the one I saw, it was the girl Rose I think she was found dead this morning. I am such a fool I didn’t consider that my roommate might be morning, but I had this little thought in my mind that felt wrong but it was still there.

“What if my roommate knows what happened to the girl?”

I mean the girl was in our apartment from about past 3 am and her body was found around 7am so what if she was killed by that psychopath of a roommate? I don’t even what to think about the possibility of living with a murderer but I can’t just jump into conclusion because my roommate was rude to me once. I can remember the principal saying to report to the authority if anyone had any information about the girl’s last way about. I could hand the information over to the authority right? Or maybe I can always remain as I was, not minding anybody’s business but my own business while protecting myself at all cost. I didn’t like my roommate but I know that implicating might also get me into trouble one way or another. What if they see me as an accomplice or something what will I tell my parents.

I don’t know how many times I woke up in between my naps, but I could remember going back to the same dream over and over again but I don’t even remember anything from the dream. I woke up at some point to use the toilet and I noticed that the cake was still in front of my roommate’s room. Is it that she wasn’t home yet? Or maybe she was stuck in a very bad situation, she might have drank too much and it’s not like I really cared. I just didn’t want to discover a dead body I would really end up super traumatized, and with the sudden thought that the girl might be a murderer made me forget about everything and return to bed. At least I should get a decent sleep.

I woke up with a sight headache or maybe that is what I always called it, it wasn’t slight in the very least it felt like my head was going to fall off. I couldn’t really see anything so I tried using my muscle memory to lead myself to the kitchen, I didn’t know is the girl was back yet and at this point that was the least of my worries. I horridly made myself a glass of bitter coffee to start and after about 3 sips I began to feel myself, I opened my eyes finally or maybe it was always open but I couldn’t see all those while. I walked to the waste bin to discard the trash form the mess I made and guess what I saw? My f*****g cake!

That b***h! She did this, I didn’t need any other prove to show that she was a murderer. She might have not killed Rose but she broke my heart, was I really expecting her to eat that cake? I really held that b***h to a high level but now she can go to hell or whatever place she didn’t want to go to, I didn’t care anymore. I quietly left that apartment after cleaning up and headed straight to class I didn’t really have any fear about being killed or anything because I wasn’t a lesbian, but I had to be careful not to make any lesbian friends. Don’t get me wrong, I love lesbians but I wasn’t just ready to morn any friend.

Classes in this school was so boring, I can’t count how many times I drifted off just during my class. Mondays are the worst so I tried my best to ensure that I didn’t have more than 2 classes on Mondays, it was already terrible that I had to wake up by 7 am on a Monday morning only to have the most boring class in history. The only other place that I wanted to be in was the cafeteria, it was quite big, neat and filled with people that mind that business. And again I liked being in there because it made me feel more like a human for as long as I can remember I never liked food, the smell of food made me nauseous but I knew that I had to eat to survive. My activities in the cafeteria didn’t exceed watching people eat, talk, and live their life. It always intrigued me how humans live like everything is alright knowing fully well that everything is not really fine.

One thing I love is my peace and one thing I love more is my personal space, I know deep down that if I was ever going to have a love language then it should be physical touch. The irony of it all is that I hate being touched, I hate the feeling of skin coming in contact with my skin but can some explain to me why the hell some was tapping my shoulders?

“Hi umm are you Ophelia the girl in berth hall?

The girl who asked looked so bright but something in her eyes screamed pain like she lost someone or she is missing someone. And yes I was Ophelia and I lived at berth hall, so this conversation was either going to go well or who knows it might go the opposite way, but whatever way it goes, I just hope it doesn’t affect me. She said her name was Tilda and that she was a friend of Rose so it made sense why I felt that she was sad. She said some things about my roommate that I can't really recall, but if there is something I remember, it is that she suspects my roommate has something to do with Rose’s death. Today I found out that my roommate's name was Kacela.

That name sounded too cute for a b***h like her. Tilda kept saying something about Kacela being a bad influence and how she was so sure that Rose was in my apartment a day before. At this point, I didn’t really care if I was harboring a criminal, but I didn’t want to be seen as an associate so I denied ever seeing Rose in the apartment. Besides, anything could have happened to her, anyone could have killed her and since there is no evidence yet it will be quite unfortunate that gay people will have to live in fear for some time but it will pass. I didn’t fail to notice the occasional pity look Tilda sent my way from time to time like I was in a bad situation or something.